FIRST BLOG OF THE NEW YEAR
I’m bored…and I have no idea why.
How is it that a person can have so much going on, and still feel like they’re doing nothing?
Everything’s in development…
My 9-5 job at the hospital.
My first graphic novel.
My children.
My marriage.
2005 will be a big year for me in many ways. My wife and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. My son will have his first birthday, and my daughter is gearing up for her 5th. My book will get done and I can begin promoting it on the net like gangbusters. And one of my closest friends is getting married, with me as his best man.
So why do I feel…blah?
Maybe I’m feeling some trepidation about all these things happening?
Anything can still go wrong with the book, it’s moving pretty slow, slower than I thought it would. Whether it's a success is up in the air, putting my hopes for a second book in limbo.
Excited as I am to be a best man, I’m always afraid of standing in front of large crowds, and I’ll be in a kilt to boot. Then there’s the bachelor party…
I have to prepare for my wedding anniversary and try to make it as memorable as it should be, that will cost money. My wife and I are getting matching tattoos, that will cost money to design, get inked, and the healing process can be a bitch.
For my daughter’s birthday I might as well just hand her my paycheck because that’s how much it’ll cost me.
And as for my job, I have no idea what the “powers” are planning, and that ALWAYS makes me nervous.
Then there’s the fear of this year being the one that breaks me, takes my home, hurts my family, and generally just fucks me over so bad I’m living in a cardboard box by December.
New years are never happy for me. I miss the old year. I miss the feel of it, the security. By June, I know what the year is about, what it has in store for me. 2004 fit like new pajamas, it was warm and soothing, I felt powerful and protected against the cold. I started strong and things went upwards from there.
Now may be my time to come down...hard.
I’m gonna miss 2004.
2005 has me scared shitless.
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PS…R.I.P. Will Eisner – 2005, you’re a motherfucker.
How is it that a person can have so much going on, and still feel like they’re doing nothing?
Everything’s in development…
My 9-5 job at the hospital.
My first graphic novel.
My children.
My marriage.
2005 will be a big year for me in many ways. My wife and I will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. My son will have his first birthday, and my daughter is gearing up for her 5th. My book will get done and I can begin promoting it on the net like gangbusters. And one of my closest friends is getting married, with me as his best man.
So why do I feel…blah?
Maybe I’m feeling some trepidation about all these things happening?
Anything can still go wrong with the book, it’s moving pretty slow, slower than I thought it would. Whether it's a success is up in the air, putting my hopes for a second book in limbo.
Excited as I am to be a best man, I’m always afraid of standing in front of large crowds, and I’ll be in a kilt to boot. Then there’s the bachelor party…
I have to prepare for my wedding anniversary and try to make it as memorable as it should be, that will cost money. My wife and I are getting matching tattoos, that will cost money to design, get inked, and the healing process can be a bitch.
For my daughter’s birthday I might as well just hand her my paycheck because that’s how much it’ll cost me.
And as for my job, I have no idea what the “powers” are planning, and that ALWAYS makes me nervous.
Then there’s the fear of this year being the one that breaks me, takes my home, hurts my family, and generally just fucks me over so bad I’m living in a cardboard box by December.
New years are never happy for me. I miss the old year. I miss the feel of it, the security. By June, I know what the year is about, what it has in store for me. 2004 fit like new pajamas, it was warm and soothing, I felt powerful and protected against the cold. I started strong and things went upwards from there.
Now may be my time to come down...hard.
I’m gonna miss 2004.
2005 has me scared shitless.
JPG.
PS…R.I.P. Will Eisner – 2005, you’re a motherfucker.
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